1.23.2015

Cowgirl, Interrupted

You can feel
the bumpy rhythm
of the carousel horse
in your teeth
her low moan
in your clavicle

Giddyap sister
let’s bust these poles
& skedaddle

Out beyond
the grassy sighs
of home
to wide open hollers
sprinkled with a few
frustrated hearts

You are
so delicious
get along, little--

50 words for Mama Zen on the subject of HUNGER

9 comments:

  1. That sound like a ride -- I think I'm blushing

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  2. The end is such a delicious—or menacing?—interruption. Or both? Maybe the journey's end should be mid-gallop of the ride.

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  3. Love the clever title for this feast!

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  4. I wish I wrote the third stanza. :)

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  5. I really love this write . . . one of my favorites.

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  6. I might have to rethink carousels …

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